Pick Rachel the Roach

You see a playful side to Rachel's mocking gesture, and it seems to show a lot of character. You didn't want a submissive pet or else you'd have just gotten a normal dog or cat instead. You'd rather not miss the opportunity for a fun girl like that.

You make your choice and the guide takes you to a more urbanized area. Some housepets and pidgeon girls roam around, passing you by until you find Rachel. She wearing nothing but a tank top as she leans on a lamp post, smoking a cigarette. Her antennae wiggle towards you as she turns and smiles widely. She eyes you up and down shamelessly.

"Oh for the love of..." the clerk huffs. "Rachel! You can't smoke in the store. How do you even get those!?"

Rachel rolled her eyes and with a flick of her tongue, she swallowed the cigarette whole. You look surprised but the clerk shakes his head. "It's fine. She always does that. No offense, but are you sure about this one?"

You look up at Rachel who pretends to ignore you, but you see her eyes darting subtly back now and then. You smile at her subtle show of interest and clasp the collar around her neck. "I'm sure. Will you come with me, Rachel?"